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HOPE. 103 
HAWTHORN. i 
CratcBgus. 
Language HOPE. 
Her precious pearl, in sorrow's cup 
Unnoticed at the bottom lay, 
To shine again, when, all drunk up, 
The bitterness should pass away. 
MOOKK. 
A golden cage of sunbeams 
Half down a rainbow hung ; 
And sweet therein a golden bird 
The whole bright morning sung ! 
The winged shapes around it flew, 
Enchanted as they heard ; 
It was the bird of Hope, my love ; 
It was Hope's golden bird. 
And ever of to-morrow 
The siren song began ; 
Ah, what on earth so musical 
As hope and love to man ? 
I listened, thinking still of thee, 
And of thy promised word ; 
It was the bird of Hope, ray love ; 
It was Hope's golden bird. 
Avoir. 
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